The Nurse Who Turned His Life Around-Part I

Who has the right prescription to turn John's life around? Why a naughty nurse of course.

John really didn’t know how he got roped into all this work and travel. He wasn’t in a rut; he was in a deep dark cavern. John was quite frankly exhausted and wounded in more ways than one. His attempted reconciliation with his former wife Carol had failed miserably. John’s over-sexed seventeen-year-old teenage daughter Stacey had gained early admission to Princeton, left home for college and was probably fucking everything that moved and having more fun than John could even imagine. John’s life meanwhile was just going nowhere it seemed.

John drove home in the pouring rain with large raindrops beating against his windscreen splattering into large spider webs before the wiper blades wiped them away in the rapidly growing darkness. In the sullen darkness of the car John thought about how as life moved on you lost things along the way. His parents were both gone (within one year of each other) from cancer: liver cancer for his mother and bone cancer a few months later for his father. John’s little brother who had died at less than a year of age also came to mind, his grave so far away John rarely got a chance to visit. John’s dazzling marriage to Carol, so envied by his contemporaries, was now fading into oblivion. Carol, still slim and attractive, has taken up with a young NASCAR mechanic with (so John has heard) a highly talented nine-inch cock. John’s beautiful young seventeen year-old daughter Stacey (a pretty racy number herself with a proclivity for tight tops and very short skirts) rarely called John since Facebook, friends and time in bed with random boys seemed to occupy most of her time when she wasn’t shopping with the credit cards John provided for her.

Every living thing contains within it the seeds of its own demise, so how do we attain happiness in the face of such bleak prospects John wondered? As we move through our lives we leave so much behind and the weight of those memories can sink our souls. Today John felt the weight of those memories weighing him down and making him feel lost and adrift, a soul cut loose from its moorings.

John has struggled through the last five years with nothing more satisfying than building his medical company. Sex? What sex? Oh you mean his left hand? His wife Carol had moved on long ago and John just seemed at loose ends. John had always been a bit of a conservative “nerdy” type of guy and this image prevented his getting much in the way of female attention if you know what I mean. John was also always a bit of a loner and into stuff his contemporaries didn’t necessarily appreciate. While everyone in high school was into rock and mindless pop John was into Van Morrison and jazz? While all his friends lusted for a Mustang he dreamed of an Aston Martin Vantage.

It seems like smart “nerdy” guys with glasses and a briefcase just didn’t do it for most of the women John was attracted to. It didn’t help that John tended to be attracted to really smoking hot women. The phrase “out of your league” may come to mind when you saw the women John liked. Well John was also a little insecure around these smoking hot babes making him all the more hesitant to approach them. These kinds of women (commonly referred to as a “ten”) do not reward the hesitant and meek, no matter how high their IQ. Smoking hot women want “seize the day” kind of men who thrill them and make them wet you know where.

John at forty-three was the CEO of his own cardiology device company, which he had spent the last few years starting and building up. John had now established leading centers for the treatment of Atrial Fibrillation at several of the top hospitals in the world necessitating tons of travel. Recently John had agreed to help set up an Atrial Fibrillation center at Ohio State University College of Medicine and now he had agreed to set up a similar program at St. Thomas Hospital in London, England. That meant he would need to do even more traveling. Fuck, just what he needed, more fucking traveling. Perhaps there is nothing lonelier in the world than an airport lounge or a hotel room with a queen sized bed and a single lonely traveler. In summary John was feeling rather demoralized, dejected and sorry for himself.

At certain times in our lives we need a change. We need to be rejuvenated and reinvented; in short we need a fresh start. We have been beaten down by life and everything seems empty and vacuous. Is there anyone more qualified to bring a wounded person back to health and happiness than a nurse? Well John is about to meet the nurse who will turn his life around and perhaps upside down.

As part of developing the Ohio program in Columbus John had rented an apartment. John was spending so much time in Columbus and he couldn’t stand another week, let alone a month, in a hotel. In addition to working with the cardiologists and electrophysiologists, John had been working with the nursing program for the past six-months. If you want a top-notch clinical program you need specially trained nurses. John had to admit that working with the nursing students had been lots of fun. Nurses were not assholes like most of the famous cardiologists and some of them, given they were mostly female, were rather attractive and fun to teach.

Now John needed to prepare for launching a similar program for the cardiologists and nurses in the UK and he knew it was going to be a lot of work. Frankly speaking too much work and John wanted to do something about it. John needed to cut his work load so he was going to speak to the head of nursing and perhaps cut the Ohio nursing student training program for two or three months, perhaps cut it altogether if necessary.

John met that afternoon with Candice Palmer the head of nursing at the university teaching hospital. At thirty-nine with a trim fit body, tight ass and nice shoulder length blond hair John would love to fuck Candice silly if he could. John hadn’t been fucked well for years and it was driving him crazy. Besides which, quite frankly, John was desperately lonely. Unfortunately Candice was living with her vivacious young lover, a twenty-four year-old young brunette girl who John also wanted to fuck. This whole situation seemed crazy to John. Candice was a woman and she had a sexy young female lover with a smoking hot body. He was a successful man running his own company and yet he was exceedingly single with no one beside him at night in bed?

John laid out his case to Candice and informed her he wanted to shut down the Ohio nurses training program for two or three months, perhaps altogether. Candice was a true professional and had not gotten where she was by blowing her cool. Candice remained calm and insisted that the training program could not be shut down as the students would fall behind and re-starting the program would be disruptive for their other studies. The discussion went back and forth, but ultimately they came to an impasse.

Candice assessed the situation and looked john straight in the eyes with her piercing calm blue eyes. She told John what he really needed was some help. They talked and John agreed. That’s exactly what he needed, some help. But where in hell would he get help? The company could not afford to hire a permanent assistant for him and no one qualified would agree to a short-term assignment. Candice smiled a knowing smile.

“I think I have the answer John. The answer to all of your problems is Sasha!”

John looked confused. He looked back at Candice perplexed and responded,

“What do you mean Sasha? I don’t understand.”

When John had a chance to look back on this conversation he would chuckle at how prophetic Candice’s statement had been. “The answer to all of your problems is Sasha!” Candice explained her proposition. Sasha at twenty-one-years of age was her top-nursing student who was about to graduate in two weeks. Sasha was intensely interested in specializing in cardiology and ICU nursing. John thought for a moment and remembered Sasha as the extremely sexy “model like” girl who always showed up completely prepared for the lectures and workshops. Sasha was the student who seemingly had the right answer at her fingertips every single time. John knew from experience that having the right answer at your finger tips could only result from lots of brains and even more hard work. John guiltily also recalled that Sasha looked rather fetching in her nursing uniform with her flared hips and tight firm ass.

Candice told John that she was prepared to give Sasha extra course credit and the highest recommendation if she was willing to help John prepare the UK nursing program materials. John and Candice discussed the issue, but John still saw an obstacle. He explained to Candice that if he relied on Sasha to prepare the course materials then what would happen when he went to London to launch the program. He would need to bring her along?

Candice was not to be rebuffed and told John she had a discretionary budget for special programs and would pay for Sasha’s travel expenses. After a lot of back and forth argument John capitulated and agreed to keep the Ohio nurse training program going and to interview Sasha to see if she would act as his assistant to help prepare materials for the UK.

Sasha was more than a little shocked when she got the message that the head of nursing Candice Palmer was asking her for a private meeting in her office. Sasha was worried that maybe she had screwed-up a drug dosage or something and was in big trouble. Every nursing student knew that you didn’t want to have Candice chewing your ass out and Sasha was a bit worried.

At 5’7” and wearing her usual heels the slim and gorgeous Sasha nervously wends her way through the wide white brightly lit hospital halls to Candice’s office. Sasha’s smooth olive toned flawless skin and her lustrous thick and wavy dark brunette hair; her rich hazel eyes and pencil-arched eyebrows are all stunning and everything about Sasha gives the impression of a runway model rather than a nurse.

Sasha’s dark and sultry Mediterranean appearance belies her Russian roots where her family had been a part of minor royalty in the beautiful cosmopolitan city of St. Petersburg. Unfortunately all the “royal” money was long gone along with the summer chateau in Burgundy so Sasha’s parents like hundreds of thousands of Russians had immigrated to America. To her close friends who knew her royal past Sasha was referred to as “Princess”, but she herself insisted on being crowned and made them call her “Queen” instead. The nickname had stuck and most of her friends refer to her with the nickname “Queen”.

While Sasha’s parents had unfortunately struggled to adapt to America the young Sasha had thrived like a weed in the freedom of her new country. Sasha had adopted all the freedom and wildness of her new home while her incredibly high IQ had allowed her to breeze through high school with straight A’s with little effort. At sixteen years of age Sasha had discovered sex and like any great explorer in history she had reveled in her discovery.

None of the students or instructors in the nursing college had any idea that Sasha had a “past” and that she might be what you referred to as a “racy girl” or in high school terms “a slut”. How many girls and boys had Sasha bedded in high school? Well she had long since lost count. Sasha had also stopped writing down in her diary how many orgasms she had experienced after the number went well past three hundred.

None of Sasha’s nursing student colleagues or professors knew Sasha as anything more than the hardest working, most ambitious, most confident, most beautiful and smartest student in the class. If you had told them that Sasha loved fucking two cocks at the same time, liked tying girls to the bed and licking their pussy until they begged to be set free, that she browsed erotic bondage web sites for kinky ideas and had done threesomes with both two girls and two boys more times than she could remember; well frankly they would not have believed a word of it. In short there was a time when Sasha was “too hot to handle”.

Sasha had managed, in the interests of her ambition and her career, to sublimate all of her wildness while at nursing college. Not to say that Sasha had become a complete nun. Sometimes on summer vacation or Easter break Sasha would head to Florida and let’s just say, “what happens in Florida stays in Florida”. But these little sex getaways while thrilling and fun had increasingly left Sasha with an empty feeling. Like a fast food concoction of sex these fleeting heat driven encounters filled an immediate appetite, but left no lasting impression on this smart young woman.

Sasha’s had experienced a change internally as she had moved towards the end of her carefree university days. While Sasha still liked the wild sex and random hook-ups of these secret getaways, it just wasn’t enough. As Sasha got older she wanted something more than just the filling of her pussy or licking of her clit, she wanted something fulfilling. Sasha wanted a man who could sweep her off her feet and connect with her brain and her soul, not just her pussy. Sasha knew it was easy to find a big hard cock if you were prepared to ignore the fact that the guy was as dumb as a post and about as charismatic and romantic as well. It seemed the most romantic thing guys of Sasha’s generation could come up with was a “sext message”. Flowers, chocolates, hand written notes? These male seduction strategies seemed to have gone the way of the horse and buggy. Sometimes Sasha felt she was born in the wrong era as she longed for something more than an SMS saying, “let’s hook up”.

Yes, Sasha still wanted the wild thrills, the variety, the threesomes, fucking girls and fucking men (hopefully at the same time), she wanted it all. Most of all, however, Sasha wanted to experience it with a man she felt connected to, a man she could respect and who would respect her. When the random hook-ups had long departed Sasha wanted someone to cuddle with who would hold her gently in his arms. Someone who would make her pancakes in the morning. Sasha wanted someone who could make panna cotta at home and watch a movie with her while spooning the sweet cream into her mouth while simultaneously teasing her with intelligent and flirty conversation, the sexy banter leading to a sexy one-on-one lover’s fuckathon. Sasha wanted that special man she could wear lingerie for and just fuck him whenever she wanted just because it made her feel close and gave them a feeling of togetherness. Perhaps Sasha was looking for the impossible, a man with a talented cock and tongue, a man incredibly adventurous in bed and yet a man who would write her love notes and sometimes treats her like a princess? Flowers? Perfume? Love notes? Sasha dismissed the idea as fantasy since such guys certainly didn’t exist anymore except in romance novels. Guys today “honked”, “hooked up” and played computer games and the only poetry they knew came from the Hallmark cards their fathers made them buy occasionally for their mothers.

Of course Sasha knew that Candice, the head of nursing, was living with a hot young woman and as she walked towards her office Sasha got certain tingles. Candice was a very sexy looking woman for her age and Sasha had to admit that thought of spending a wild night with the head of nursing and her girlfriend had crossed Sasha’s mind more than once. The fantasy image of the three of them gyrating on a bed had lubricated Sasha’s masturbation fantasies several times allowing her a huge release from her big pink silicon sheathed vibrator as she imagined Candice licking her pussy while the younger girl rode her tongue.

The other thing you need to know about Sasha was that she was a nurturing person. A good trait for a nurse one would think. Sasha was like an amateur psychologist and all her friends knew if they had a problem they could talk to Sasha and every last ounce of pain would eventually drain from their soul and they’d invariably feel better. Once Sasha got you talking the raindrops of pain would become a deluge, a tropical downpour, until a veritable ocean of pain had poured out of you and you just felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest. There was some mysterious power of renewal that Sasha possessed, like a cool spring rain stirring new sprouts and although Sasha was unaware of her powers, she knew that people liked to unload their troubles on her and she was happy to oblige.

Well the meeting with Candice didn’t take long. Sasha couldn’t help feeling, however, that Candice was staring at her breasts. Was Sasha imagining sexual interest in those looks or did Candice have the same naughty thoughts about her that she had about Candice? Sasha’s pussy started to tingle at the prospects, but then realizing the importance of the meeting Sasha pulled herself back to reality. Sasha was almost shocked with the offer, but the chance to work in the most advanced A-Fib program in the world and to travel to the UK and work with St. Thomas Hospital was not something to even consider turning down. My god, Sasha thought to herself, St. Thomas Hospital is where Florence Nightingale, the woman who laid the foundation stone of modern nursing worked. Sasha was over the moon and thrilled by the prospects of this opportunity. Also, the chance to go to London, one of the truly great cities in the world was exciting and unexpected. Sasha broke into a broad smile and almost completely forgot about how Candice’s provocative looks had wet her pussy.

Sasha of course recalled the rather nerdy John, who had lectured on A-Fib. Nerdy but fucking smart as a whip she recalled and not a bad body for his age. Hmm Sasha thought to herself John did have a certain style and it could be fun working with someone who had built his own company. Sasha was sure John could teach her a lot and she was ambitious and wanted to learn. Another stellar opportunity Sasha thought, life was throwing colorful jellybeans in her direction and she intended to pick them up and gobble them down.

Candice called John immediately on the phone and arranged for Sasha to meet with him that day at the end of lectures. Sasha was tingling with excitement as she left the office. As Sasha glanced back she could swear Candice was looking at her ass? Slightly flustered Sasha blushed a little and hurried along. My god she thought, my career is really taking off. This is the chance of a lifetime. A chance to shine and make your mark, a chance to travel, a chance to be noticed; Sasha couldn’t wait to meet up with John and get started.

John had no idea why, but for some reason meeting with this young woman set him on edge. He felt foolish at his age, but he was nervous. When Sasha confidently entered the meeting room John understood why. Sasha was a simply stunning woman with a gorgeous face, legs that wouldn’t stop and her body? My god, her body! Yes, he’d noticed her before, but now, alone with Sasha in a confined room; her effect on him was intoxicating and made John very nervous. Somehow, John had no idea how; Sasha was able to quickly melt his nervousness away and within minutes John felt like they had known each other for ages. How did Sasha get him to talk like this?

John was amazed. Something about Sasha made him feel lighter and happier. John could tell Sasha was clearly excited by the opportunity he was sending her way, her eyes sparkled, she smiled continuously and her vivacious enthusiasm was infectious. Where John was viewing this as just another tedious business task, for Sasha this was something new, exciting, thrilling even.

For Sasha the meeting had an equally unsettling effect. She had gone in a little reserved about meeting this older man. Somehow her excitement had overtaken her and her reserve had evaporated. As the meeting progressed Sasha couldn’t help it but she started to survey John and map his “potential” like a female sexual cartographer. Hmmm lose the glasses, a new haircut, perhaps a nice soft cotton polo shirt, nice Italian loafers, and some nice expensive sunglasses? Yes, she thinks to herself, John might clean up just fine. I wonder what he’s like in bed? Sasha couldn’t help her mind wandering in a very naughty direction as she sized up John. Big cock? Small cock? Good pussy licker? Hmmmm Sasha mulls John as a potential prospect? Sasha’s mind wanders teasingly and in provocative directions and her pussy gets increasingly tingly and wet.

Over the coming days Sasha and John spend more and more time together developing training materials for the UK and putting together instructional power points on specific A-fib issues. Each time Sasha comes to appreciate more of John’s sense of humor, his intelligence and his focus and dedication. John’s clear goal is to build the world’s leading A-fib treatment programs to help save people’s lives and keep them from having debilitating strokes and becoming vegetables in extended-care homes. Sasha is day by day becoming more and more attracted to John and finds she is doing all sorts of little things she had never expected to flirt with him.

Sasha compliments John on his hair and flirtatiously suggests he would look “even more handsome” if he got a nice cut from her stylist and gives him her stylist’s number. Sasha is shocked when two days later John shows up with a cool new shorter haircut that makes him look much younger and more handsome. On another occasion Sasha mentions she likes guys with strong chests who dress casually in nice soft cotton polo shirts. Well low and behold who should drop the suit and tie and show up a few days later in a nice pair of black slacks, crocodile belt and black polo shirt looking very “George Clooneyish”? Sasha smiles inside realizing that John is listening to her comments and doing things to please her.

John for his part finds that meeting with Sasha is the main excitement of his day and he looks forward to it more and more the way a little boy looks forward to his warm milk and chocolate chip cookie before going to bed. Seeing Sasha was John’s treat. Each time he wonders what she will wear? He can’t stop thinking about the black pleated skirt and white blouse she wore on Tuesday. God she looked amazing, her legs, her fucking legs he thinks to himself. Her long toned legs in those black stockings and heels had more than turned him on making his cock hard for the whole time they were together. That night he’d had no choice and had masturbated to the image of Sasha in that pleated mini skirt outfit. Of course he couldn’t acknowledge any of this sexual obsession to that gorgeous young girl since he knew they needed to keep the relationship professional.

Sasha’s half my age John thought to himself and tries to dismiss his sexual attraction as outlandish and impossible. She’d never be interested in me he thinks as he adds two more sets of push ups each night to further tone his arms and chest. These efforts to sublimate his sexual desires don’t stop him from childishly rushing off and getting his haircut and feverishly searching for the softest and most elegant polo shirt he can find. He doesn’t know why, but he will do anything to please Sasha. While in his mind John logically knows he will never be with Sasha as anything more than a business colleague, in his fantasy world at night he imagines doing all sorts of things to her body and bringing her to huge orgasms.

Finally the materials are all coming together. Sasha has done an amazing job assembling the relevant scientific papers on A-Fib MAZE procedures and the statistical data on success rates. John is very impressed with Sasha’s focus, her intelligence and her ability to work extremely hard, but still maintain a bubbly and infectious mood. A nursing program is tough, really tough. In the practical part of the program the nursing students often need to work twelve-hour shifts and deal with doctors who think the nursing students are their personal servants. Even after such a tiring day Sasha would often need to meet with John and do even more work. John couldn’t help but respect and admire how Sasha was able to deal with all the pressure and yet still show up in a good mood and produce focused and effective materials.

For her part Sasha finds the more time she spends with John the more she can’t resist flirting with him and leading him on with a little feminine teasing. Sasha starts to pick clothes that are just a little sexier for school. She’s never worn the pleated black mini skirt to school before, but Sasha knows its effect on men and wants to see how John reacts. Sasha pairs the pleated mini with a tailored white blouse and is more than pleased when she detects the large bulge in John’s pants that day. Another day Sasha tries her leather mini skirt and again is gratified to see John has a hard time tearing his eyes off her body. Sasha feels guilty, but not guilty enough to stop her seductive behavior around John. Sasha can’t help it, but she’s getting tingles in her pussy every time they get together and it is maddening to her not to be able to act on her desires.

Sasha has now completed her nursing program work and John is also getting ready for them to depart to London to begin the UK training. John invites Sasha for dinner on the pretext that they deserve a “reward” for all of their hard work in preparing the UK materials and to celebrate Sasha’s upcoming graduation. In reality John just wants an excuse to spend more time with Sasha in a more personal and romantic setting. John decides to take Sasha to Handke’s Cuisine, a very innovative restaurant where master chef Hartmut Handke has been feted for his eclectic American dishes. Located in a former Bavarian brewery building the restaurant has a dramatic interior with huge vaulted ceilings, a candle lit ambience and enough quiet corners to offer the privacy John secretly desires.

Sasha knows John is attracted to her by his lingering lustful looks and the bulge he often develops in his pants. Sasha for her part certainly has become increasingly attracted to John, the more they have worked together, as attested to by the non-stop tingles and aching in her wet pussy. This evening for dinner, however, Sasha plans to test just how attracted to her John really is. Sasha has a long bubble bath and allows her body to relax and soak as she plays some soft music off her laptop. Later Sasha dries her supple young body and applies a moisturizing cream all over herself to soften and lightly scent her flawless olive skin. As Sasha rubs the cream on her ass and along her inner thighs she feels her pussy begin to tingle and can’t resist slipping a finger inside and stroking herself a little. Seeing there is not enough time to masturbate properly Sasha sighs and rushes to get ready. Sasha curls her hair and then looks through her lingerie drawer and picks a nice ivory lace set with a delicate push-up bra and tiny panties with lace trim.

Sasha has no idea where the evening might end, but she wants to be prepared for a torrid conclusion should it go as she plans. Looking at her dresses Sasha holds up the classic tight little black dress and considers its potential, but then decides on the short wrap coral/salmon colored dress as more unique and complimentary to her skin and hair tone. This beautiful dress hugs her body in layers of wraps and shows all her curves, her trim waist, her flared hips and taught ass. The dress is short enough to show off Sasha’s toned legs yet looks sophisticated and sexy at the same time. Sasha is young with ultra-soft smooth legs and does not need any stockings. Sasha looks through her shoes and pairs the dress with some sexy black spaghetti strap heels. Sasha brushes out her large bouncing curls and admires her shining lustrous hair as she applies lip-gloss and does her eyes. Sasha decides to enlarge her eyes with a double lid on the bottom and adds a little length to her lashes before using a liquid eyebrow pen to perfect her slim arched brows. For the final touch Sasha dabs some Miss Dior perfume behind her ears, on her neck and a little between her thighs “just in case” and then slips in her diamond stud earrings.

John picks Sasha up and it doesn’t take long before they are in the Brewery District and John parks on Liberty Street, just a short walk to the restaurant on Front Street. John opens the car door for Sasha and again needs to take in her stunning beauty as he holds out his hand to help her from the car. This young woman is perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever been with and John is dazzled by her uniquely colored coral dress, her stunning figure, her lustrous rich dark brunette hair with the bouncing large curls and her large sparkling eyes. When the sparkle of Sasha’s diamond studs catches John’s eye he is drawn to Sasha’s sexy neckline and shoulders and he can’t help thinking of nuzzling and nibbling on Sasha’s slender neck and sucking on her earlobe. John’s mind spins as it slips into sexy fantasy scenes and he does his best to push them away and return to reality.

Somehow during the whole drive to the restaurant they have been laughing and having an easy conversation and John hasn’t felt this comfortable with a woman for years. John knows it is wrong, but he can’t help feeling so sexually attracted to Sasha and his cock is so damn hard. I’m old enough to be her father he keeps telling himself as he does his best to resist flirting and making Sasha mad. The last thing John wants is to have a rift with Sasha just before they need to head out to London. I’m sure she would never be attracted to a man as old as me and yet, John thinks to himself, we do seem so well matched?

For her part Sasha takes in John’s strong and mature handsome profile and admires his broad chest in a plain white cotton open neck shirt paired with an ultra-soft black Italian sports jacket and matching slacks. With his new haircut and the contacts John looks years younger than when Sasha first met him and could certainly pass for a man in his thirties. The tingles Sasha had felt in her pussy while getting dressed have not really abated and as they talk and laugh on the drive to the restaurant Sasha finds the tingles growing in her pussy and they are becoming increasingly hard to ignore. Sasha caught herself more than once checking John’s crotch to see if she could discern any noticeable bulge in his pants.

Arriving at the restaurant they were taken quickly to a private side table that offered a quiet atmosphere. The high vaulted ceilings and the clearly luxurious décor and place settings of this expensive restaurant immediately impress Sasha. Enough silverware was on display for a visit by royalty and the wine glasses were beautiful Riedel stemware. John orders the two of them the restaurant’s signature Pomegranate Martini, which is beautifully presented with a rose color and a single raspberry as a garnish. Later the Master Chef Hartmut brings over some complimentary shrimp tasters and welcomes John back. The chef recommends some special dishes and then retreats to let them make their choices. John orders each of them a glass of delicate New Zealand un-oaked Chardonnay to pair with their appetizers and a bottle of Bordeaux, a 1989 Lynch Bages, to be paired with the main courses.

After some chitchat about the respective menu options Sasha goes with the Caesar salad for her starter and John chooses the White Asparagus soup with truffle oil. When Sasha’s salad arrives the presentation is elegant with the salad sitting in a “bird’s nest” basket formed from baked Parmesan and lightly seasoned cherry tomatoes and some salmon tartar on the side. As is common with a Master Chef the salmon tartar, while unique and unusual as a compliment to a Caesar salad, was actually a fantastic flavor pairing with the salad and Sasha uses her fork to let John taste it as she is amazed by the wonderful new taste sensations. John also loves his Asparagus soup and reciprocates Sasha’s gesture by extending his spoon and delivering a delicious spoonful of soup into Sasha’s ever so sexy mouth.

As they eat Sasha tells John about her royal Russian roots, her eclectic family and her ambitions in medicine. Sasha jokingly mentions that she is a princess of sorts and how her friends all call her “Queen.” Sasha presses John to tell more about his travels around the world. John regales Sasha with stories of summer sojourns to Grinda Island, near Stockholm and sailing the brackish waters off the Swedish archipelago while enjoying nighttime barbeques and refreshing ocean swims in the half-fresh and half-salt water. John describes walking the Souk in historic Damascus and traveling to Petra where T.E. Lawrence passed riding on his camel in his guerrilla fight against the Turks. Sasha is enthralled and the evening moves on easily with the two diners sharing stories, laughing and both of sets of eyes making enough deep contact to cause more than a few sparks to fly.

For the main course Sasha selected the petite Pork Loin with caramelized sweet potatoes, apple cider demi-glace and haricot verts. Well this dish was amazing with intense flavors and a perfectly grilled and very juicy tender pork loin. The apple cider demi-glace was a subtle flavor enhancer and a wonderful compliment to the pork loin. The caramelized sweet potatoes were done in cube sections and again made a subtle flavor pairing with the pork. The haricot verts were expertly cooked (not over-cooked as is always the danger) with their gentle flavor enhanced by the very finest unsalted Danish butter.

For his main course John selected the grilled Bison tenderloin and Foie Gras with a Shitake Pinot demi-glace with side dishes of poached baby asparagus and savory Gorgonzola bread pudding. Now Bison can often be too lean and flavorless, but paired with Foie Gras it becomes the most amazingly rich palate of flavors. Complete bliss! Smokey, thick and perfectly cooked the Bison is served with three separate layers of flavor, three different tastes, three different textures, yet all melding into a unified whole that transcended any single ingredient in an amazing medley of taste fusion.

John takes his glass of Bordeaux and toasts Sasha’s graduation and the fact that she is the top of her nursing class. Perhaps it was the Pomegranate Martini combined with the wine or perhaps it was Sasha’s easy manner and sexy dress, but in any event John adds to his toast without thinking.

“And to the most beautiful and charming nurse I have ever met.”

Sasha is a bit shocked by what John has just said and even though she has been with many men, for some reason John’s compliment makes her glow and her cheeks begin to blush. Sasha does her best to mask her reaction and demurely averts her eyes as their glasses “clink”. John realizes what has slipped from his tongue and he also feels some heat in his cheeks as they take on a pink hue. Sasha quickly recovers her poise and elegantly responds,

“Well it’s wonderful to celebrate my hard work with a handsome and interesting man! Thank you.”

Their eyes connect and certainly they both realize a sexual tension is building between them. John is surprised by what he has ventured, but happy with Sasha’s seemingly receptive response. The sweetness prevailing between the two is only enhanced by the arrival of their deserts. John has selected the fresh berries presented in an almond tuille basket complimented by chilled Zabaglione. John of course spoons a mouthful of Zabaglione and two raspberries together with some of the super crunchy almond wafer into Sasha’s sexy mouth. John insists Sasha try the chef’s Crème Brule, which has been voted America’s best Crème Brule and feted by many critics worldwide. Sasha’s mouth waters as she savors the delicious Crème Brule swirling around her tongue with its rich creamy sweetness. . The deserts are an exclamation mark, a fitting end, to an amazing meal. Sasha lets her eyes wander hungrily over John as he does a search for the waiter to request the bill.

Sasha’s womanly tingles are now insistent and she realizes that she wants more from John than idle chitchat, exotic travel stories and the business advice they have just shared. Sasha wants this handsome older man to give her a good fucking and she intends to get one tonight. Waiting to get John’s attention Sasha makes up a specious excuse about wanting to go to his apartment to see the French electrophysiologist’s paper on the importance of the “roof line” creation in the treatment of AF. John is intrigued by this beautiful young woman’s interest in Atrial Fibrillation and suspects nothing as he enthusiastically agrees to show her the academic paper and treatment data from the New England Journal of Medicine article.

As John pays the bill and escorts Sasha back to the car he again finds his eyes taking in Sasha’s captivating dress and drifting to her sexy firm ass and her toned legs. John’s mind wanders uncontrollably into erotic fantasies of their bodies entwined and a reaction stirs in his pants. John’s eyes are dazzled by Sasha’s tight fitting salmon/coral dress, her body’s sexy curves, her feminine hips, her firm high breasts and John can only do his best to try to suppress the naughty thoughts that keep invading his mind.

At the apartment John gets them both a small glass of ice-cold Sauterne desert wine. He pulls up the paper on Atrial Fibrillation on his computer and then Sasha asks if she can use the bathroom. John takes Sasha into his master bedroom and shows her the large bathroom. John then retreats back to the living room to wait for Sasha to return. Sasha checks herself in the mirror, brushes her hair, applies a little perfume behind her ears and prepares for a little exercise in the art of female seduction, an art form she has perfected. Sasha exits the bathroom with her stomach nervously churning and her pussy tingling madly in anticipation of what’s to come. Sasha spies John’s large walk in closet and she can’t help noticing his cotton bathrobes stacked on the shelf. The cotton waistband belts on the robes send Sasha’s mind into a sexy spin and she quickly checks to see if John is in the room. Confirming that John is in the living room Sasha grabs two of the long cotton waist bands and moves briskly to the large queen size bed and attaches a cloth tie to each side of the headboard. Sasha then hides the sash ties by curling them up beneath the pillows.

Sasha has concluded that John has too much responsibility in his life, too many decisions, too much weighing on his mind, to let loose and have any real fun. The last thing John needs Sasha decides is to make decisions in the bedroom. Sasha realizes she will need to take charge in this area of their relationship and let John relax. Sasha walks back towards the living room with new determination and a mischievous sparkle in her eye. In addition to being the top of her nursing class Sasha’s vast sexual experience means she’s a seductress extraordinaire, a connoisseur of sex so to speak, so John has little idea of what he is in for. John turns his head when he hears Sasha coming towards him. His hand is holding the glass of sweet desert wine, but one look tells him something is up with Sasha. Her face seems different; she looks determined and yet like a little girl hiding a dazzling secret. Sasha walks up with an irrepressible grin covering her face and takes John’s hand in hers. John has a perplexed look on his face as he struggles to figure out what Sasha is up to.

“Come with me John, I need some help.”

John follows with Sash’s hand leading him like a puppy dog on a leash towards the bedroom. John’s heart begins to beat faster and he feels nervous, yet his eyes cannot help but savor Sasha’s tight ass swaying in the coral colored dress. When they reach the bedroom Sasha closes the door softly and John’s nervousness rises further. What the hell is Sasha up to he wonders to himself? Sasha loves being in control of men and for some reason being in control of this older successful man is even more tantalizing and delicious. Sasha turns her back to John.

“This tight dress is driving me crazy. John can you unzip me?”

John’s mouth goes dry and his heart is pounding as his fingers reach up and fumble with Sasha’s zipper. There is only the soft sound of the nylon zipper and John’s own heavy breathing as he pulls the tab downward. With each inch the zipper progresses slowly downwards John’s heart races faster and his cock gets harder. As the zipper reaches the gentle curve of Sasha’s lower back she reaches up, shrugs her left shoulder and slips the dress off her shoulder so that the soft and silky pale olive skin of her bare shoulders and slender neck are exposed. John delirious from the effect Sasha’s exposed skin is having on him leans forward propelled by an impulse he is unable to restrain and kisses Sasha ever so lightly on the tender slope of her neck. Sasha’s body shivers in response to the tantalizing moist heat of John’s hot breath and the soft touch of his lips. Sasha closes her eyes as she leans back into John’s body savoring the first contact of lovers about to embark on their journey. John’s face is now immersed in Sasha’s tumble of thick dark hair and his nose is intoxicated by Sasha’s sweetly scented rich perfume. John’s legs weaken and his head spins. It has been months, years, and now this gorgeous young woman? What is he to think?

Sasha turns her body ever so slowly and simultaneously lets her gorgeous dress slip in a tumble of salmon colored wrinkles into a pile at her ankles. Sasha now faces John clad in only her ivory lace trimmed lingerie and the sexy curves of her own stunning body and its silky olive hued skin. Sasha’s eyes lock onto John’s. She sees John’s eyes widen, his lips glistening in hungry anticipation and she smiles. Sasha puts her hands softly on John’s chest and she begins to undo his shirt buttons, never letting her eyes leave his. Sasha holds John in her spell as she removes his white cotton shirt and it joins her dress on the floor in a heap. Sasha pulls on his crocodile belt and quickly John’s pants fall to join the heap of clothes on the floor. John steps out of the pants and carefully backwards as Sasha, her fingers on his chest, pushes him gently but in a determined fashion towards the bed.

John’s mouth fumbles for words as his mind spins lost in the speed with which Sasha is moving. Their eyes still locked on each other’s Sasha pushes John back onto the bed.

“Shhhhh no talking John. Relax.”

Sasha lets her fingers trail and drag across John’s chest, her fingernails sending wild shivers through his body. John’s cock is now rock hard and forming a large tent in his briefs. Sasha pushes John back until he is prostrate on the bed and she straddles John’s body and pulls his arms to the side. John is befuddled but is passive against Sasha’s clear will to dictate what is to occur. When Sasha pulls out the first cotton tie from under the pillow and wraps it firmly about John’s wrist with two quick wraps and a knot he has a sharp intake of breath and his eyes fly wide in shock. Sasha almost giggles as she takes in John’s stunned reaction, but she quickly pulls his other arm to the other side.

“What are you…..?”

John’s voice trails off as Sasha tightens the second cotton tie and his arms are spread wide.

“Shhhhh John. I told you. NO TALKING! Now be a good boy or you won’t get what you want.”

Sasha reaches for one of the goose down pillows and wedges it under John’s head to elevate it. John looks like a little boy, completely lost and confused tied down as he is to the headboard when only moments before he had been standing confidently in his own living room waiting to see how he might initiate sexual advances on this gorgeous young lady. Carol had let John tie her up a few times during their marriage, but had never been willing to tie John up and so he has never been in such a vulnerable position before. More than this he has always been the dominant one in the bedroom. The feeling of being under Sasha’s complete control is both scary and thrilling. The speed with which Sasha was moving took John’s breath away and his cock was pulsing furiously with blood and his heart was pounding against his chest. John’s hands were sweating nervously as he awaited Sasha’s next move.

Sasha grabbed the top of the headboard with both hands and pulls her body so her legs straddle John’s face. Sasha’s warm moist pussy is now only two inches from John’s face and her sweet feminine smell wafts to his nostrils, which flare as an instinctual male reaction. John’s mouth waters in anticipation of tasting the delicacy inches away. John sees the large oval wet spot already formed on the front of Sasha’s delicate ivory lace panties. John can make out the form of Sasha’s plump pussy lips through the thin fabric of the panties made translucent by her juices. Sasha reaches down and uses a finger to pull her panties to the side and with a slow movement she lowers her pussy onto John’s expectant mouth.

“Now John, your only task is to make me happy. Do that and I’m sure you’ll like your Queen’s reward.”

Still speechless, John’s tongue stretches out and laps at Sasha’s slick glistening pink pussy lips. His first stroke causes Sasha to sigh and lower her hips further, pushing her wet tingling pussy firmly against John’s mouth. Sasha takes one hand and reaches down to stroke her clit lightly as John’s tongue probes and flicks sending shivers and shudders through Sasha’s responding body. Using her fingers Sasha wets them with her own juices blended with John’s saliva and gently rubs her clit and shifts her hips back and forth in a rocking motion as her pleasure builds. John is now emitting moans and sighs of pleasure between his tongue slipping and sliding in and out of Sasha’s sopping wet pussy. Sasha’s viscous juices are covering John’s face as her arousal rises further and the gyrations of her hips coat his chin and face with her wetness. Sasha takes her slick wet fingers and brings them to her nipples. Wetting both her nipples Sasha uses her fingers to roll her light brown nipples into hard little tingling beads as she rocks her hips back and forth faster and faster against John’s mouth and tongue.

Sasha rocks her hips faster as the sensations build and she closes her eyes to let the bliss consume her body. Sasha can feel an orgasm building and reaches back with her left hand slipping it under John’s briefs to feel his hardness. Sasha smiles as her small hand wraps around his cock and she feels how large and hard John is. Oh yes, this will be fun Sasha thinks to herself as she feels John’s thickness and length and she feels the blood pulsing and throbbing in his cock veins. The feel off John’s long hard cock drives Sasha closer to the edge and she arches her body to push hard against his mouth. Sasha’s pussy is burning now and she needs more friction. Sasha reaches down and grabs a handful of John’s hair pulling his head upwards hard against her pussy, insisting on more pressure on her clit.

“Oh fuck John, lick faster!! FASTER BABY!!”

Sasha’s words are not a request like all the other women John has been with in his life--they are a command. John’s tongue is tiring, it has been a long time since he has been required to perform cunnilingus for this long, but the tone of Sasha’s command drives him to lick faster. As John’s tongue flicks and slips across Sasha’s hard engorged clitoris he feels her body tense above him, feels her thigh muscles go rigid and he knows Sasha is close to release.

“Oh fuck, yes John, yes!! Push your tongue in deeper! YES, DEEPER!!”

Sasha grabs John’s head with her hands holding a fistful of hair in each hand and she pulls his head up so she is literally riding his face in a furious flurry of gyrating hips and thrusting pussy. Passionate moans and cries escape ceaselessly from Sasha’s throat, as she can’t restrain her desire and the waves of passion coursing through her body are nearing a crest. Sasha can’t help it, but in the throes of pleasure an erotic image enters her brain. It is an image of her, spread eagle on the bed, John between her legs thrusting into her tight pussy with his long hard cock and Candice Palmer, her legs astride Sasha’s face, wearing a black babydoll and riding her mouth, Sasha’s tongue lapping Candice’s clit like John’s tongue is doing to hers now?

This mental image of a wild threesome with Candice inflames Sasha’s pussy in a wildfire of sensations and drives her ever closer to the edge of total release. John senses the moment and with a final effort flicks his tongue as fast and hard as he can and then latches his lips around Sasha’s protruding clitoris, sucks hard and swirls his tongue in circles around the little pleasure button. John for his part feels so impotent and dominated with his arms lashed tightly to the bed. Sasha has pulled down his briefs now and John’s throbbing cock is sticking up hard and erect and flailing helplessly in the air completely ignored.

John increases the speed and pressure of his tongue flicking on Sasha’s clitoris delivering a blizzard of teasing lashes and Sasha’s body goes rigid as she is overwhelmed by her first orgasm. Sasha’s nails are digging deeply into John’s scalp as she pulls his head hard into her exploding loins, his face now completely covered in her flowing slick juices. Again and again Sasha urgently thrusts her inflamed pussy against John’s now flagging tongue and bruised lips and mouth. Consumed by her own world of sensations and completely oblivious to John’s weakened state Sasha arches her back as she cries out and thrusts her pussy hard against his mouth in a final flurry of erotic gyrations as wave after wave of sensations sends her into the bliss and oblivion of total release.

John hears Sasha’s erotic sexual cries of release and feels her body shudder and shiver above him as she cums. John feels Sasha’s warm thighs clamp feverishly against his head in a vice like grip as she reaches a huge climax in convulsions of passion, her body trembling and shaking uncontrollably. Creamy juices flow out of Sasha’s pussy as he feels her rigid gripping fingers finally relax on his scalp and her hips collapse in exhaustion on his face pushing his head into the pillow.

Sasha giggles between her heavy panting breathing and casts a gaze down at John who is looking a little worn out by what he has just been required to perform. Sasha pulls her weight up off his face and shifts her legs back to straddle his broad chest. She leans down and kisses John lightly on the lips, her beautiful firm breasts rising and falling as she catches her breath.

“That was wonderful John. You have passed your first test with flying colors. I hope you do as well on your second test.”

John looks at Sasha completely confused and befuddled.

“Test? What….I mean….well…..”

Sasha grins and kisses him lightly to stop his boyish mumbling that she finds so cute. Sasha once again covers his lips with a finger and admonishes him to stop talking.

“Listen to your Queen. Test two. I am going to take your cock in my mouth and tease you. You MUST NOT CUM, no matter what! Do you understand?”

John mumbles and attempts to answer and again Sasha covers his lips with her finger and grins at his protestations. Men are so cute she thinks to herself, they always feel they need to be in control.

“Shhhhh! Don’t try to talk John. Just nod your head if you understand. You must NOT cum, do you understand? I want you inside me when you cum.”

John nods his head weakly as he struggles to comprehend his predicament. John wonders what the hell he is supposed to do. He is tied to his bed, it has been months and months since he has even had sex, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever been with in his life is straddling him wearing sexy lingerie, she is proposing to suck on his cock with her soft pouty lips and he has been ordered NOT to cum?

John’s mind struggles to understand and yet this is the most thrilling sex he has ever had in his life. To be dominated and controlled by a young beautiful woman’s like this and to lose yourself in her domination is something he cannot fathom and yet his cock hardens, his balls tighten, his skin tingles and his body responds in a way he has never experienced. John’s mind floats and he can think of nothing but Sasha’s mouth, her glistening lips and how she will soon wrap them around his cockhead. He wonders how he will maintain control?

Sasha shifts and turns her body so her firm ass is poised over John’s face and her mouth is poised facing his arched cock, hard and protruding arching upwards from his loins. Sasha let’s her eyes take in what looks like a good eight inches of hardness and she smiles, lowering her pussy again onto John’s face and commanding him to lick her slowly while she sucks his cock. As Sasha feels John’s tongue lap again at her sopping pussy she wraps her soft lips around his engorged purple/red cock head and coats it with saliva so she can suck and swirl it with her tongue. Sasha hears John’s guttural animal like sounds as she begins to please and pleasure him.

Sasha takes her fingernails and drags them across the most sensitive skin of John’s inner thighs and then lightly teases his contracted balls with delicate touches. Sasha feels John wiggle and attempt to reduce her teasing as she slowly brings him to the point of cumming. As Sasha sucks more and more of John’s thick hard member into her mouth and deeply down her throat her mind wanders. How adventurous will John prove to be as a lover? Will he let her play with other kitties and pussies? What about another cock? Will they find other playmates in London? Her mind swirls as John’s tongue again brings her pussy to a state of tingling arousal.

Sasha’s mouth is like warm wet velvet and her tongue gives John unbelievable sensations as she alternatingly sucks and licks, alternating sucking hard with teasing lightly and taking his cock deep into her throat. John thinks of business deals, cardiologists he hates and uses any strategy he can to prevent himself from cumming in Sasha’s mouth in a huge explosion. John is nervously thinking about what this amazing woman would be capable of if he should fail to follow her orders. Sasha, the expert in oral sex that she is, takes John to the very edge of his orgasm several times and smiles to herself as she feels him below her desperately trying to maintain control. His moans and cries of pleasure and his now slowing and weak tongue are driving Sasha crazy.

Finally Sasha feels enough is enough and she pulls her mouth off John’s hard organ with a slurping sound. John’s hard cock is slick and shiny coated in Sasha’s saliva and looks huge and so shiny that Sasha giggles at the sight. Sasha turns her body back to face John and positions her hips and pussy directly over his rod. Sasha sees John about to try to talk and puts her finger to his mouth to prevent his words from being spoken.

“Speak only when your Queen speaks to you. Now I will ride you and you may cum when I have cum and not before, do you understand?”

Sasha rubs her slick wet pussy lips on the length of John’s cock and rocks her hips several times enjoying the sensation of his length and thickness slipping against her pussy lips. Then Sasha lifts her hips and reaches down to take John’s cock in her hand. Sasha positions John’s thick purple cockhead at the entrance to her tight pussy and shifts forward pushing it in about two or three inches. Sasha rocks back and forth repeating her hip thrusts until she is fully impaled on John’s eight-inch cock and then she stops and rests for a second letting out a satisfied sigh feeling him fill her pussy. Sasha smiles and looks down at John tied to the bed beneath her, her legs straddling his body.

“Oh fuck John, your cock feels wonderful!”

Sasha’s pussy had been well aroused by John’s tongue and its earlier orgasm and now the feeling of being filled with John’s large hard cock brings the tingles and waves of pleasure to a new level. Sasha digs her nails into John’s chest and rakes them down his chest to his belly as she thrusts with her hips against his erect hardness in a medium speed rhythm. John begins to match Sasha’s thrusts with a subtle rise of his hips in the same rhythm so that on each of Sasha’s downward thrusts her clitoris would collide with the base of his cock sending a new wave of pleasure through Sasha’s body.

Sasha starts to let out deep feminine moans and cries of as her pleasure builds and shivers and shudders cascade through her body. Sasha rocks her hips, rolls and pinches her hard nipples, gyrates her hips, speeds up, slows down, speeds up again, building herself higher and higher, her nails digging and ripping into John’s skin, her moans and cries getting louder and louder, her body arching, her thighs trembling, her pussy burning, her creamy juices flowing, until finally, with a deep female cry, her body going rigid, Sasha cums in a huge orgasm, her pussy walls contracting again and again against John’s thickness and her thighs trembling in uncontrolled muscle spasms.

Sasha’s cries soften and her pussy contractions fade as her body slumps on top of John sated and satisfied by its total release. Covered in a thin layer of warm sweat John can feel Sasha’s heavy breathing as her light lithe body rises and falls on top of him her mouth gaping open gasping for air. John can feel Sasha’s firm breasts and hard nipples pushing against his chest. Luckily John had just been able to maintain control and had not cum. John had never been in a position like this where a woman fell into orgasm afterglow, but he was helpless to hold her and stroke her hair or kiss her because his arms are now firmly tied to the bed. John simply waited.

Finally after some time Sasha recovered enough energy to lift herself on her elbows and look into John’s eyes. Sasha’s eyes were sparkling and dancing with happiness and she kissed John lightly on the lips.

“Now since you have been such a good boy it’s your turn John. You now have permission from your Queen to cum.”

With that Sasha pushed herself up with her arms and began rocking her hips again. This time however she reached back and undid her bra and pulled it off revealing her amazing high and firm breasts. Sasha leaned forward and let John suck on one erect nipple after the other while still driving her hips and her tight pussy up and down on John’s now burning and tingling rod. Then pushing herself back upright Sasha wet her fingers and began teasing John’s nipples with lights strokes and swirls of her slick wet fingers. Holy shit, John’s cock pulsed inside her pussy and Sasha responded by contracting her pussy and giving his cock a nice squeeze. Sasha giggled as John’s eyes flew wide and his hips thrust up in response. The teasing of John’s nipples together with the pussy contraction seemed to have had a rather nice effect Sasha smiles thinking to herself.

The smile on Sasha’s face, the sensation of her tight warm pussy slipping and sliding against his hard cock, his eyes gazing at her perfect breasts and erect nipples, her dazzling eyes: it all set him off and John couldn’t hold back any longer as he felt his balls contract and he exploded with stream after stream shooting into Sasha’s pussy. John’s mouth gaped open and he cried out in release, his arms twisting and pulling at the cords as his passionate release torqued his body in uncontrollable spasms. Looking down at John and his wild twisting body gyrating beneath her suddenly set Sasha off and she exploded into a smaller third orgasm of her own. Sasha’s pussy began rapidly contracting on John’s hard spurting rod as she experienced spasms of pleasure.

Sasha’s now more than fully satisfied body finally just collapsed and she fell heavily against John’s chest. Sasha’s hands reached out weakly to grab the knot tying John’s left wrist to the bed and she worked to untie his hand. Sasha could feel John’s cock still hard inside her and she smiled as she waited to feel him shrivel and drop out. For some reason she felt so happy and so satisfied.

To be continued…

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